Emily Kinney

You called out my name at the opening party We met the next weekend and you bought me coffee, Then Brooklyn,

What can I, what can I do for you, honey? Buy you a coffee? Lend you some money? Walk you to Times Square,

I want to be a famous singer, would you be my band Travel the world together, you can hold my hand Crossing

I'm gonna marry a rockstar I'm gonna move downtown Lofted bed above his practice space Guitars

Let go of Julie and take my hand Let go, it's time to be my man Let go of Julie and kiss my face

I've got bruises on my body, scratches on my face Cookie crumbs, empty bottles all over my place And my

Oh I know, I know, I know All the songs you write are about me But you changed the names so I can't

I don't want you anymore Summer's gone, and now I'm sure The box behind my bed I've saved

I'm a little bit drunk You're a little bit stoned I'm a little bit restless We're both

Its unclear now what we intend We're alone in our own world And you don't want to be my boyfriend

Morning sex is for lovers Playing games in the covers Oh, they let the light shine in Kissing the